Today’s excerpt is from my story Her First Taste, which is included in the anthology Smut for Chocoholics. It’s my first foray into science fiction, and I can’t tell you how much fun it was to write.
By 3013, human beings have colonised space, with outposts on a myriad of earth-like planets in our own galaxy and beyond. Minerals and precious metals have become commonplace now that man can plunder the universe – but one substance remains rare and valued. Chocolate is the new gold and cocoa beans the currency of choice for trading across the solar systems. So valuable is the rich brown substance that few people alive in the 30th century have ever tasted it – it would be, quite simply, the equivalent of eating diamonds. But for those who have, the taste is addictive.
Colonel Coco Murgatroyd’s spaceship has been captured by the fearsome space pirate, Titus Bonaparte, for her cargo of cocoa beans – and now he is determined to make her taste some forbidden pleasures…
Bonaparte had inched forward a little, moving closer to where Coco now stood with her back against the counter. In an instant, he had the gun out of her hand and in his own huge fist. A second later, it was flying across the kitchen on an arc that took it right to the other end of the room.
He towered above her with a menacing stare.
‘Now, back to where we were,’ he said through gritted teeth.
He reached across to one of the white china bowls that Bizet had left further along the counter. Coco tried to push past him, to get away, but he easily held her still with his other hand. And then, as the smell of fresh chocolate assaulted her nostrils, she felt a tremble pass through her, shattering her will to fight Bonaparte off.
He pushed her roughly back so she was lying on the steel counter and it took him only moments to divest her of her uniform. A growl of appreciation rumbled in his throat as she lay on the cold metal wearing just her black lace bra and panties.
Fear melded with excitement deep within Coco, making her shiver, but when she stared up into the pirate’s piercing blue eyes above her, all she could think about was kissing him. A needy whimper escaped her lips, even as she silently cursed her body for being a traitor. Titus ran a warm hand smoothly along the length of her torso as if he was calming a frightened animal and, indeed, it had just that effect on her. She stopped trembling and lay silently waiting for what he would do next.
But if her body had become pliant, her mind was anything but. Deep behind her half-closed eyes, Coco was trying to hatch a plan. Sex was the only weapon she had left and she was an expert. Let him think he was seducing her as, technically, he was; but once his guard was down she would make her move. They were in the best equipped kitchen on the ship and that meant the sharpest knives. Inside her mind, she replayed the layout of the room, trying to remember where she might have seen a knife block.
Bonaparte’s hand stroked her cheek.
‘You are incredibly beautiful, Colonel Murgatroyd,’ he murmured softly. ‘What would it take for you to leave the Command Fleet and become mine?’
‘It’ll never happen,’ hissed Coco. ‘Even in your dreams.’
‘How can you be so sure?’
Bonaparte grabbed her wrists and in one easy move had them pinned down above her head. Coco’s eyes snapped open as his mouth met hers and she was nearly dazzled by the sharp icy blue of his eyes. His tongue forced her lips apart and then she felt something hard and dry being pushed into her mouth. Her saliva flowed and the hard object yielded up its taste and its smell… Oh my god. Coco would have gasped but the pirate’s tongue stopped any noise escaping and he worked the soft disc of chocolate across her tongue. The smell, the taste, it was nothing like anything she’d ever experienced. It reminded her strongly of sex but had a flavour all of its own and as it liquefied on her tongue she had to swallow, carrying it deeper still, allowing the overpowering aroma to flood her nasal passages.
Bonaparte raised his mouth from hers.
‘You like?’
His voice had a rasp to it and with his free hand he pushed down the cup on one side of her bra to release her breast. Rough fingers chafed her nipple making it pucker and stand proud.
Coco lay still, simply looking up at him. She felt limp and weak but at the same time powerfully sexually charged. Swallowing the last of the chocolate in her mouth, she bit her lower lip with a moan. Titus freed her other breast and his mouth alighted on it softly, his tongue sweeping circles round her nipple until it too stood erect and straining. Coco sighed, still overwhelmed by the sensation in her mouth.
‘More,’ she whispered, grasping a handful of his shaggy blond hair to pull his face up to hers.
‘Close your eyes,’ he said.
She did and then he left her for a moment on the counter, alone. But all thought of escaping him had evaporated and she lay waiting, longing to renew the flavour that still lingered in her mouth. Suddenly he was back and she sensed his presence kneeling above her. Then her lips were forced open and her mouth flooded by the taste of chocolate and the touch of cock. An enormous cock judging by the size of the head. Slathered in soft molten chocolate that was even now dribbling down her chin, down the back of her throat, subsuming all conscious thought and drowning her in sensation.
She lifted a hand to grip the base of the shaft and found that her fingers didn’t even meet around it, while with her other hand she felt for the proportionate weight of the attached balls. Above her, Titus Bonaparte grunted and then he slowly flexed his hips to push his way further into her. Back; then in again. He slowly mouth fucked her as her eager tongue licked the irresistible coating away to reveal his splendid manhood.
Pinching her nipples, Titus finally withdrew with a flourish and pushed her back on the counter.
‘Open your legs.’
Arching her back and bending her knees, Coco spread her thighs wide, ready to take all that he could give her. The taste of chocolate was still strong in her mouth but the dull ache of longing in her clit needed immediate attention. Probing fingers spread her lips and she hardly dared breathe as she waited to feel the push of his enormous cock. But instead a sensation of warmth came from above and tricked down, coating her mound and her clit in a velvety caress. She opened her eyes to see Titus kneeling above her, pouring molten chocolate from a thick white china jug, his eyes sparkling and his tongue poking out between his lips.
‘Sex without chocolate isn’t sex at all,’ he said, grinning down at her.
And it was easy to believe him.
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